Longing for the light that was seen in the picture
Coloured with hopes and passion, not confessions
But the silence tore apart the whole canvas,
And it's only an empty frame -
That was left from us,
That was left from us.
Sitting with ghosts, ghosts who came to put burden on us,
Sleeping with ghosts, ghosts who are here to remind us.
They say, these days won't fade away,
As the sun sets cold and far between.
They say, these days won't fade away,
As the sun sets cold and far between.
Shining bright!
Coming one chest, but the pressure lasts,
While the moments are passing,
And there's the heat what's just missing,
I guess.
Missing,
I guess.
Crippled in the heat,
The spark might come
From the evil
You won't speak.
As you see it deep,
Like a black cat on the street
But you still have to cross,
As I'm still right here.
I'm still right here.
They say, these days won't fade away,
As the sun sets cold and far between.
They say, these days won't fade away,
As the sun sets cold and far between.